Slow my feet are
frozen their veins
still closing helplessly afar
waking the
Come closer, from myself
and let your angels fly away
come closer,
This day travels within dense mist and
woke this clearer sight
In emotion,
carried fragments of hate
astrayed in blur of mind.
Raised the
Why did you leave these colours so they'll fade?
but soon
Arisen in vain to a life,
bleeding innter to suffer with
Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire
closed my page,
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